right now, however, i'm looking down on a busy city at rush hour. the streets below are twin ribbons of sparkling red and white. taillights on the cars moving away from my vantage point provide the red, and the headlights of those coming toward me the white. it's logical to assume all or most are homeward bound at the end of a day's work. i wonder why some social engineer hasn't tried to get them to trade homes. the traffic is equally heavy in both directions, so if they all lived in the end of town where they worked they'd save a lot of travel time. but better forget i said that, and don't even think it, or some bureaucrat will try to do it. i wonder, though, about the people in those cars, who they are, what they do, what they're thinking about as they head for the warmth of home and family. come to think of it, i've met them--oh, maybe not those particular individuals, but still, i feel i know them. some social planners refer to them as the masses, which only proves they don't know them. i've been privileged to meet people all over this land in t